Open Poetry #21 |
JF Reads |
Alicia Member
since 2002-03-22
Posts 279 |
He reads poetry like one of the masters cool tongue lacing every syllable some slight haunt of accent breathes his nature and he writes about the death in us all and I find myself underneath his nails half curling on an old school desk. I slide forth with intervention much too soon to tell where wisdom lies in the pecking of old gothic font. Here in a city half baked and waiting slick slicing every life rope from the sky and we wonder together for a moment and then he again reads poetry like one of the masters. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Alicia...well done! Brava! The imagery, the sound, the feel...all exceptional! |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Alicia Member
since 2002-03-22
Posts 279 |
~Karilea, thank you for such a comment! And Loner 23 for the thumbs up. This little thing just sort of fell out of me, simple and less jarring I think than my usual writes. Pleased. *Peace. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You jar well... you also fall softly... |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Alicia, I could feel myself listening, as he read. Always like your style, whatever it is. Sandra |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
sometimes, a voice does more than a thousand touches. . . I know that you understand. . . peace, as always. . . --------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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